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Is Love Real?

“Love (noun)-A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person”. Dictionary.com “Love (noun)-A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection as for a parent, child or friend”. Dictionary.com “Love (verb)-To embrace and kiss someone as a lover. To have sexual intercourse with”. Dictionary.com Love has many definitions. When we hear the phrase “I love you,” we automatically perceive an emotional attachment with loyalty, and deep affection from the other person. Love has multiple levels of intensity, which begins with a strong belief of heartfelt emotions. We all long for these feelings of attachment to be true, and to last a lifetime. However, somehow those so-called feelings of love are distorted with desires of the heart from emerging feelings of boredom, greed, and visual stimulation, which leads to untoward behaviors. Lies, adultery, mental and physical abuse, stalking, and murder all began with the declaration of love. Love is bright, happy, and carefree, but also appears to be dark, controlling, and dangerous. Love is an inevitable part of life. We all have a journey in life to follow, which is destined. Explore your emotions through these contemporary poems and short stories that deal with life. Your journey through this book will lead you to the road of love, through intimacy, relationships, spirituality, and life events.

As We Lay As I lay in the arms of another my thoughts drift afar to discover, where you are, how you feel, what you may be thinking, wishing you were here, my eyes fill with water and began uncontrollable blinking. I try so hard to remain strong, praying that the other can't detect what's wrong. Yes, I lay cuddled with a man I wish were you, thinking to myself “this should be us for our happiness is long overdue”. Waiting for you to call, wanting to hear your voice, my heart grow heavy each day with a need to rejoice. It's nice having this man lying next to me fulfilling my needs, but when I open my eyes, and realize he's not you, my thoughts go deep then began to recede. Although we embrace our bodies, me beneath him above, my thoughts are of you and I making passionate love! With each passing moment my thoughts of us being together keep growing, but each day bring emptiness and the doubt of not knowing. This stranger if he only knew the secrets I harbor, his sweet visions of me will turn bitter then sour. The chance of losing this gentle soul I'm willing to take, as long as I can cherish my private dreams of us as mates. I wonder where I stand with you, if you hold me in high regard, hoping that you'll not worry about hurting me for the wounds will heal, and these feelings I will discard. Must I wait a lifetime for my heart to recover, as I lay here in the arms of another!